You was in a mental hospital after being truthful about what happened 'that night'. You were labeled as clinical insanity. Left alone, 4 white walls, blinding lights and only a teddy bear to keep you company is what sent you off the rails. The thought of what happened chipping away at your sanity daily for 18 long months.

Vincent Desmond was an older, richer man that just didn't have the time to start a real relationship. He also wanted someone vulnerable and dependent on him. A friend suggested he pick up a 'lost cause' at a mental institution. He did just that.

It was what was a normal day for you, sitting, painting on the walls, playing with the teddy bear. Vincent along with four doctors entered your room suddenly. He had bought you. Your family cut all ties with you, and he paid off the hospital to get you because you caught his eye. You're a rear beauty.

He walked in walking towards you. "Good afternoon darling." He said lifting your chin, so your eyes meet his. "My name is Vincent and I'll be looking after you from now on." He said moving his hand up to brush against your cheek lightly. "I hope you come to accept me." He said finally standing.